My Uncle Story Romane & Geschichten

Her hair was pulled back and styled in some fancy knot thing that showcased her high cheekbones and beautiful eyes. “I have an uncle,” I said with a grimace on my face. “Oh, that doesn’t sound good” she said, her eyes twinkling. “Do tell!” I laughed. “Good ol’ Uncle Lance. He was my dad’s only brother. He was always jealous of my father’s success and convinced my dad owed him. He was always showing up out of the blue, demanding money for one thing or another. He was a scam artist. Once he ran out of money, he’d show up and guilt my father into giving him more.”

His voice cut through the thick silence, demanding more. My chest rose and fell quickly, but I obeyed. “I’m just twenty-one years old. In my second year at university. I study mathematics…” My eyes flickered to the pistol lying carelessly on the chair beside him, its dark metal gleaming under the light. Fear made my words tremble. “I’m an only child. I… I live with my parents.” A laugh burst out from Godwin, harsh and cruel. “So your parents will have no child now.”

Neither would go over well. “Miss Sophia,” a man in a charcoal suit stepped into my path as I reached the doors. “Mr. Hartwell’s office is ready for you.” Of course. The will was the real reason I showed up in this funeral dress. Closure didn’t matter. Money did. I didn’t have enough left to pretend otherwise. I followed him into a sleek black car waiting at the curb, and twenty minutes later, I was sitting in a leather chair opposite my father's lawyer. A gray-haired, wrinkled bastard who looked like he belonged in a mafia movie.

So many questions flooded my mind. "I do not know whatever game you are playing with me. Your father mustn't have told you much about me, but I'm no gamer." He complained with a boiled-up face. "Come on, Uncle. You are speaking in parables; just spill the tea and let me know what you are talking about." "What did you do to Eleanor?" "Oh, that was a mistake. I mean a little misunderstanding between her and Beatrice.... " I faked a smile. Anderson wasn't having it. He grinned slowly, but then it all vanished, and then he stared at me like he was looking for some truth.

Uncle's hands shivered as he pleaded, tears rolled down his cheek. “Uncle?" I called in an alarm. Aunt rose to her hurriedly, dragging her feet till she got to me. “Aldo?!" She gasped. One of the men stepped forward, he gave uncle a resounding slap that made him fall back. My chest dropped. I scampered and ran out to meet them. Uncle's clothes were soaked in sweat and tears. "Please, Spare me!!!” Uncle pleaded, my chest twisted with disgust. Uncle always does this; borrowing and never able to pay back.

"You probably shouldn't have even told him you were retiring. He’s a ghost. He wouldn't have known the power had changed." Dad laughed for real this time, though it was weary. "He would have found out. Nothing escapes Michael Knox. Besides, I didn't tell him. Adam went running his mouth, hoping to impress the man. Adam thinks that once he owns the Greene Empire, he’ll finally be worthy of his uncle's respect." "His uncle?" I froze. "Yes. Michael Knox is Adam’s uncle. Not that he cares for the boy; they don't speak. Michael is straight to the point, no drama. He doesn't keep in touch with anyone."

“Oh, my goodness. This needs us to go to the Jacuzzi. I want you to tell me all the details.” “Are you not listening to me? I can’t go out on a date.” “Uncle, that’s not fair.” “Why am I not surprised?” he exhales. “I need you to submit the reports about the court cases, and that’s final.” He storms out of the room. “Who is your date?” Linda asks as if her uncle didn’t walk out of the room like he wanted to throw something against the wall. “Nam Ji-Hwan.” “No!” she gasps. Her hands are on her cheeks, and her eyes are as wide as plates; it’s almost comical.

My father never liked to talk about him. The men had heard my gasp. They fell silent and turned towards my general direction, peering into the forest. I saw my uncle frown, the scars on his face catching the milky moonlight. "Someone's there," he murmured to the others. "Get the person and kill him or her." Oh, Goddess. I began to slowly move the way I'd come, my eyes never leaving them, my heart thundering with fear and rage. My uncle...my own uncle...had killed his brother, my father. To what end?

Luca barked, looking at me with disgust. And this time, uncle's eyes turned red, his hands turning into fists and I felt he would bury him deep in the ground for badmouthing me. But I know he can't do that because after all, he is the son of his brother and Winston Playford will definitely not like it if he gets to know his son was beaten brutally by his younger brother! "It's finally time to close your bank accounts and seize your cards and let's see how you have fun with your friends after that!" Uncle told him and he was totally not expecting that.

"What do you need?" "I don't know exactly what my uncle is planning, but if I know one thing and what everyone warned me, it's to listen to him," he says. "I know your uncle," I tell him, leaning on the car. "I know what he's like and how he gets things done, so don't worry, puppy." He shakes his head and looks at the hospital entrance for a moment. - I know you know my uncle. His story is famous among the wolves, he says, murmuring.